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the truth pt. 2

breakfast should be good, but it isn't. jude smiles and laughs and we talk, but my insides are cold. stiff. what the heck. who knows, maybe Bunny🤍 is his friend. then why is there a heart emoji at the end of her contact? he has me as Bree💕💕💕 in his phone. why should anyone else get a heart?

"you okay? you haven't eaten much," jude says, sipping his orange juice. god. even when he drinks he looks sexy as hell.😋

"i'm fine. just thinking."

he chews his food slow, never breaking eye contact with me. "what about?"

here's my chance to ask, but i chicken out. i look into his perfect face and i just can't ask for the truth. that's probably my biggest weakness. confrontation. in my last relationship, my ex was cheating and i could have spoke up, but i didn't. confrontation. i just can't do it.

so i force a smile and say, "it's all good." cause maybe if i say it it'll become true. and he believes me.

after breakfast i go home. my apartment is so different than his. so much more cramped and dirty. it's not even my fault. i can barely make ends meet. if i had more money id surely decorate my room. i never let jude visit me. i go to his place, but but he never comes to mine. he's asked, but i always say no, cause i don't want him to know that the girl he's so in love with depends on coupons and food stamps.

laying in my bed, i can still remember the way jude and i met. i was a reporter for the New york times. i said, "how are you feeling about your career this season?" he just smiled, staring into my eyes like a lovesick little boy and responded, "i'm feeling much better about you." jude bellingham said that. to me. that was the moment i knew. we were meant for more.

i roll over in my bed trying to forget what i saw on his phone. lately i've been super nauseous. Mom says it's my anxiety. i don't even know anymore. all i know is i feel like a brick hit me in the gut.

my phone buzzes. it's my friend kiara.

"hey, girl, what's good?" she says over the phone. i love my bestie kiara, but she's basically a man, and talks like it too. i know that she's sitting with her legs stretched out just from her voice on the phone.

"hey."

"you sound sad," she says.

"nah, i'm straight."

"don't lie to me, Bree. i always know wassup." of course she does. kiara only dates girls, but she knows when im heartbroken over a man.

she's right, so i sigh before telling her everything. the way he started texting someone named Bunny🤍. How worried i am, even though i don't want to be. how i lost my ex this way, and i don't want to loose jude too.

when im done, kiara says, "Damn."

"i know."

"you know what? you need to ask him what's up. straight up."

"of course you'd say that. your the man of your relationship. it's easy for you."

kiara just laughs. we talk a little longer, then she hangs up. and i sit and think.

i have to know.

i grab my phone, my fingers shaking. send jude a text. it's simple, but to the point:

"is there someone else?"

then i wait, till i hear my phone vibrate.

Stay tuned for pt. 3